It was a good day. Like, a really good, stupidly good day. Their schedules synced up to where they were both off with absolutely nothing to do. Catra managed to keep her wife in bed for an hour longer in the name of laziness and taking a few extra minutes to snooze. When they did finally crawl out of bed they freshened up, got dressed - they wore matching overalls (plot twist: it was Catraâs purchase and her idea), and they traveled into the city for a nice breakfast date. Fluffy waffles and sizzling bacon, hot chocolate and orange juice; the sugar made the occupant in her stomach flutter excitedly, it was pretty nice.
Then they caught an early movie since it was nice to just sit and digest after a hearty breakfast, though Catra may have also annihilated an entire bag of Sour Patch Kids by herself. Itâs what Finn wanted, clearly - but there was lots of hand holding and obnoxious canoodling, some light making out. They had chosen a film that was dumb and funny, enough for them to still be giggling like stupid school girls when it let out. Hands still closed around each other because, yeah, they were that married couple; forever unashamed when it came to the constant expression of physical affection.
After that, Catra had suggested light shopping. Adora agreed. Except the two of them clearly had two entirely different definitions on what âlight shoppingâ entailed because the moment they stepped into a baby-oriented store, Adora went kind of crazy. All the stuff was just so tiny. Tiny socks, tiny hats, tiny pajamas. Cute pacifier and pacifier clips (what even were those?), plush toys, shoes. She didnât mind picking some stuff out but she thought, oh, a bagâs worth would be reasonable.
Six bags later was how they exited that shop, Adora carrying three on each arm and refusing to let Catra carry anything at all and continued to stubbornly carry them in a coffee shop line (since it was time for her to consume the little bit of caffeine she was allowed to have, she was getting tired). It was so stupidly extra that she had to face palm, but every bit of her expression read fond exasperation. She loved her. Catra was smiling about it. The tip of her tail was even in half-heart mode.
âYou know you can,â she began, gesturing over to a few vacant bistro tables, âget us a seat and put the bags down while I fetch us our drinks? You donât have to stand around and proudly flex your biceps as you hold bags of baby merch?â
Donât get it twisted, she loved this and was so supremely hot for this but there was also another woman by the âpick upâ side of the shop that was slightly ogling her wife and that needed to stop, like, yesterday. Did she not get the hint with the matching outfits?? The complete and utter audacity of this.
Adora would argue that this was the best day. A lot of their days were really good, great, sometimes even bordering on amazing, but this was up there in the âbestâ rank. A whole day without work, without obligations, without needing to do anything other than be with her wife and do whatever they wanted to? Yeah, best. Sheâd even slept in!
It reminded her of their very early days in Vallo, two years prior, when everything felt fresh and new. Theyâd been coming off the war that had been going on since before they were born and had only gotten more and more intense once theyâd taken active roles, opposing sides. Then, they ended up in this strange little pocket world they still didnât understand, and there was none of that to worry about so they could rest, and so much was different and new and exciting.
The excitement was back in full force these days, with Catra getting closer and closer to her due date and bringing them Finn. It was nice to spend the day enjoying each other, getting to be mushy, romantic, and matching (which still had Adora a little shocked but no complaints) â it was perfect. It was all she wanted. Breakfast was fantastic, the movie was stupid funny (her favorite), and yes, okay, she may have gone a little nuts with the baby shopping, but Finn would be here soon, and they were severely lacking, so could she really be blamed for that? She didnât think so.
And of course Adora refused to let Catra carry anything. The bags werenât terribly heavy, but she was pregnant, and even if she wasnât, her help would have been gently rebuffed, anyway. It was one of those little ways she liked to take care of her wife â not like it was some overwhelming burden. But truthfully, there wasnât really any reason for her to hang out in line while they ordered, she knew that. Just a touch of clinginess.
âOkay, okay, Iâm going.â She smiled and leaned in to give Catra a lingering kiss. âDonât forget the extra chocolate drizzle on my frappe, pleeeeease?â She knew Catra wouldnât, but she threw it in there just in case before she started scooting sideways past the people lined up behind them to go claim a booth.
âI wonât,â she smirked, sending her off with a second kiss just for good measure - yes, she pretty much had all of Adoraâs orders memorized, as if she could ever miss the extra requests. Catra could handle carrying two drinks back to a table and whatever else she was going to order, which -
Huh. That was her current dilemma. There were two people still in front of her while she pondered, one arm crossed while a claw tapped her chin. They had milkshakes here too. Fucking milkshakes. But she also wanted a small latte?? And she probably should really watch her sugar intake considering the waffle, orange juice, hot chocolate and whole ass bag of candy she consumed earlier. They also had - what the shit, they had blueberry scones. She wanted that.
Wait, no. Catra had to practice control. Goddamnit, she never had this issue before and wasnât ever really the âIâm going to consume everything I seeâ type and now she was stupidly ravenous. She was going to stick with the damn latte and not look at the rest of the menu longingly except would a cake pop be that bad?? Dan used to get her cake pops, oh god was she going to cry.
âDarling! Is that you?â piped up a voice behind her, startling her from a whirlwind of food problems and hormonal conflicts. Catra blinked, turning her head and⊠oh. Itâs this guy. A tall elf who never had a bad hair day, gave her distinct Double Trouble vibes and wore leopard-printed sunglasses wherever they went. God, when was the last time she even saw them? âIt is, look at you! Love this whole maternity overall look youâve got going on - congratulations.â
âHey,â Catra greeted with a sigh. They werenât the worst. A few conversations have been had before that didnât involve just an attempt to recruit her into the adult film industry, but they never failed to remind her that she would rake in lots and lots of money. âThanks.â
âDonât be shy, give me a twiiiiiirl!â they sang, and grabbed her hand to spin her around and Catra allowed it because it was relatively harmless and sheâs grown as a person. Mostly. While also growing a person. âVery cute. You know -â
âDonât tell me - thereâs a market for MILF catgirls, isnât there.â
âTo be fair, kitten, there is a market for everyyyyything.â
Adora had claimed a booth! It was tucked away in the corner, still within Catraâs line of sight but not mixed in with the group claimed by other patrons. Sheâd set their bags out on one side of the booth to leave room for them both on the other. Catra had been much snugglier when they went out to eat during the pregnancy, always curling into Adoraâs side instead of sitting opposite her. It had forced her to get pretty good at eating one-handed, but she couldnât say she minded. She was very much in the soak-up-all-attention mode and didnât feel like sharing her wife with anyone.
Sheâd barely gotten herself settled down to wait when she heard that oh-so-familiar voice, loud and distinct even after sheâd stepped out of line.
The elf.
Their nameâŠAdora could never remember it. She called them the Porn Elf, and the nickname stuck. She knew they werenât a bad guy, but their insistence on teasing Catra about how much money sheâd make in the adult film industry bugged her. Catra always insisted it was fine, and Adora needed to calm down, and both of those things were probably true. But her possessive side tended to kick into gear in these situations, and reason could be hard for her to come by.
Catra was halfway through that twiiiiiirl when she returned to the front. She nudged herself past the Porn Elf, slipped her arm around Catraâs shoulders, and glared in their direction. No words, just a look for a few long seconds.
âNo market here,â she replied firmly before her wife could say a word. âFind another catgirl.â
âHeeeeey big girl,â Catra whispered to her wife while battling the mixed signals her body was giving her because uh-oh. Was she worried that Adora might throw down with the elf in the middle of the coffee shop? Kind of. Was she hungry? Weirdly, yes. Was she also getting excruciatingly turned on by the possibility of a brawl and the way Adora was looking right now, stern and scary and a teeny bit dangerous? Yes to all the above (what does anyone expect from her, honestly?). Her hand was pressed against her chest which, in any other context, this whole pose they were in would be really cute except this was her subtle way of trying to hold her back. âWe were just -â
The elf, whose name not only escaped Adora but also Catra (y i k e s), was undeterred. âAnd you,â they told Adora, slipping their sunglasses down their nose to visibly size her up. âI havenât seen you since you turned into a doll? Love this whole -â Their hands did this funny flailing thing in front of them, and they almost looked like they were about to touch the belly but not quite. âMatching look the two of you have going on. I mean, couples also go into the industry together all the time, thereâs no shame. Do you still have my business card?â
Adora wasnât going to hit the Porn Elf. Did she want to? Yes. Had she daydreamed about it on nearly every occasion theyâd ever crossed paths? Yep. But she wouldnât actually hit them. They werenât doing anything wrong, really, but it just bothered her! If someone refused politely more than once, you dropped the subject. The continual pushing was what made her want to punch them.
But again, not going to happen. She could exercise self-restraint! And it wouldnât be the greatest look, would it? She-Ra decking a random citizen? Tempting as it may be, she would behave, and Catraâs hand on her chest was a good reminder to take a breath and try to relax.
âWeâre really not interested,â she replied, still insistent. The person ahead of them cleared off, and Adora turned to usher Catra forward. âCome on, letâs go order.â
âOhhhhhh, well - allow me to buy,â they insisted, totally somehow able to brush off the coldness there. They were either brave or oblivious. Maybe both? A hand motioned towards the barista up front. âPut whatever theyâre ordering on my tab, sweetness!â
Catra bit her lip to hide the grin that threatened to form. This was a little funny, and Adora was behaving so well. She wrapped an arm around her waist and proceeded to order - Adoraâs frappe with the extra drizzle, the small latte, and fuck yes she also added that blueberry scone.
Then she led Adora over to sit under the âpick upâ sign while the elf rattled on their own order, and it gave them the luxury of space. âHi princess,â she grinned (finally), looking up at her with devious eyes. âYou good?â
âIâm good,â Adora huffed, a little pouty as she draped both her arms around Catraâs shoulders and pressed a kiss to her temple. She was still irritated, but it had mixed in with a little bit of regret now that the guy had paid for their food. At least she hadnât hit them, that was something, but now she sort of felt like she owed them an apology for being so icy.
âAre you good?â she asked Catra instead, brushing a lock of hair back off her face. âI donât like them implying that stuff. Bad enough before, but now?â
Not to say she didnât believe pregnant porn was a thing and maybe even a popular thing. She had her own thoughts about the appeal, but that was neither here nor there. Even if it was innocent, it just felt weird to make that kind of offer uninvited.
âPfft, you think that bothers me?â Catra threw back, an eyebrow quirked. âStill flattering that I could be considered for porn while Iâm size of a planet. Iâm fine. LikeâŠâ Her hand reached up so she could curl some of Adoraâs hair around her fingers all coyly, and the look she was giving Adora was so wickedly filthy. âVery fine, actually. That was -â
Their names were called to retrieve their orders, and two seconds later so was the elfâs but it had been muted by the sound of the espresso machine going off so Catra still couldnât catch their name to remind herself. They came and swept their drink off the counter and passed them with a wink.
âYouâre very welcome, ladies,â they drawled. âAnd donât be so greedy, Blondie - doesnât hurt to share sometimes.â
The elf blew her a kiss, waved them off with a little ta-ta, and made their exit.
Okay, so any regrets she had for being cold evaporated in the space of a second. Adora stared after that stupid Porn Elf with fire in her eyes and her hands clenched into fists around Catraâs shoulders. It took every bit of her willpower to remain rooted to the spot instead of going after them to smack them around.
Share? SHARE?! Why should she share her wife and her child? Her face and neck had flushed red and hot. There might even be some steam pouring out of her ears.
âIâm going to rip their stupid ears off their stupid head,â she seethed, turning back to Catra. She hadnât even gotten to register her wifeâs earlier eye-fucking. But she noticed it now and realized, with widening eyes, she wasnât the only one a little hot under the collar.
âYouâre cute,â Catra simply said, the eye-fucking softening into this smitten kind of look. Adoraâs possessive streak was attractive. It didnât make an appearance often but when it did? Unf. Too bad they were in a heavily populated place. âI think theyâre just getting a rise out of you now - and itâs kinda hot that it works.â Standing on her tiptoes, she kissed the tip of her nose and turned away from her to grab their orders.
Then, she handed her wife the frappuccino, the perfect thing to literally cool her off. âHereâs yours, princess. Split this scone with me so I donât hate myself for eating a bunch of sugar today?â
Some of the irritation Adora felt ebbed away when Catra looked at her like that, all soft and sweet. She knew Catra enjoyed the possessive, protective streak, and while she didnât exercise it often, it was normally met with happy responses. She smiled, letting the tension seep out of her shoulders.
âYeah, Iâll split a scone with you. Câmon, I grabbed a nice corner booth for us.â She twined her fingers through Catraâs and tugged her off in that direction. âIâm not letting Porn Elf ruin our day.â
âIâm still having the best day,â Catra smirked, following suit closely. She let Adora slip into the seat first before she slid in herself, nestling in close with little gap between them. Lots of invasion of personal space - per the norm. After setting the latte down, she started to unwrap the scone for them to pick at. âYou know, the craziest thing is thatâŠâ
She tore off a small piece to stuff into her mouth, and she waited until it was mostly chewed to continue. âI still canât remember what the fuck their name even is.â
Adora had already sucked down a good fourth of her frappe by the time they settled into the side of her claimed booth that wasnât occupied with shopping bags. She had just set it down to pluck off a piece of the scone within her reach when a wide smile broke out across her face, and she had to press her lips together to keep from laughing out loud.
âMe either.â Her eyes sparkled with amusement when she looked at Catra. âTheyâre always gonna be Porn Elf to me. Especially because every time I see them, theyâre trying to turn you into a full-on porn star. They probably donât know our names either.â
Catra snorted out a laugh. She was probably right; theyâve never referred to them by their names and went straight for kitten when addressing her. That, and the fact that theyâve probably never had a bad hair day in their entire lives was exactly what gave her those Double Trouble vibes.
âI mean, I canât help if this is a hot commodity, babe.â By this, she gestured grandly at herself - hot cat girl bod that looked like she was hiding a beach ball under her clothes, duh. She picked up her latte for a quick sip since it was surely cooled off by now. âI remember your face when they first asked me though. We went out for bacon and I swear you were glaring at everyone trying to pinpoint who it was and I still thought you werenât into me.â
âI thought I was the oblivious one,â Adora teased, though her cheeks went a little pink at the memory. She was protective of Catra even before theyâd started a more intimate relationship, but yes, her back-and-forth with the Porn Elf had always been a mix of jealousy and anger that they had the audacity to keep propositioning her into the adult entertainment industry.
That was never going to happen. Not on Adoraâs watch.
âYouâre my hot commodity, though,â she continued with a grin, dipping down to kiss her wifeâs lips and slip her free hand onto her bump. âYou can be my personal porn star.â
Hah. Catra? Oblivious?
Actually, it was more likely than she had ever thought because she wasnât immune to the dumbass disease. The more she thought back to the days she could pick up on the hints, the signs, some that were painfully obvious that she had chalked up to Adora âbeing a friend.â Freaking hilarious.
âOh my god - are those pick up lines?â Catra was confining the laughter into snickering, returning that kiss with a few more of her own; quick little pecks with the flavor of blueberries and coffee. Her head dropped onto Adoraâs shoulder. âJust awful. Are you who I go to about my salary? Iâve got wage complaints.â
(She didnât. She was spoiled.)
âI only take complaints by certified mail,â Adora replied, dropping a kiss on top of Catraâs head. âBut I promise Iâll try to be better.â She rearranged her grip again, freeing one hand to reach for the blueberry scone and rip off a piece of her own to eat. The hum that left her in response was very approving, and she washed it down with another long sip from her frappe.
Catra was right. Not even a Porn Elf encounter was going to ruin their day.